Hushed bead of salt water
Clings to a dewy cheek.
She slowly carves a curving arc,
Like a glistening snail’s streak.
She whispers down pale skin,
At an inching, crawling pace.
Diminishing herself in travel,
She pauses with a solemn grace.
A competitor careers the silver path,
Following the lead, feeling drowned.
She crashes against more swirling fluid
And both slip to the solid ground.